The scent of mustard

Oh, the scent of mustard
Is it the perfume, my mind is wearing

Or is it the transcendental air.

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Compartmental World

I sit in my pigeon hole thinking of people.
People,
sit in their individuals,
Thinking of people

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Peculiar God

The ways of the Lord are peculiar,
He created anger for the sake of peace
He created agony for the sake of comfort
He created ego for the sake of selflessness
He created hatred for the sake of love
He created darkness for the sake of light
He created wrong in us, to turn everything right.

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The Sage

The stream is least bothered about which droplets follow.
The river is least bothered about which stream or brook fills her.
The Sage is least bothered about which water he consecrates

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The petal swayed
As it fell
The fragrance withered in time
The janitor picked without a frown
Said, "the condemned too is mine."

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Closest

I know not what pain is
All I know that it dominoes
The first hurt slaps over
The closest to you is the next.

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Fear of the light

I live in a world bipolar,
Reality is a glitch-aesthetic.
I have seen and read through darkness.
I have my genuine doubts;
This brightness is blinding me.

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The Mind of the night

I fear the night.
Beacon which sinks into the deepest layers of the mind.
A ruthless catalyst which knows no norms.
An enchantress,
A judge &
A slayer of yester dreams of plight.

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बहाने मुश्क के

If you desire that body,
You will wait.
If you cannot,
You'll desire another.

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In the light,
I hold my balance.
In the dark,
I control,
the same.

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